"Who was that?"
"What steady composure. Tsk, a Qi Refining cultivator..."
"Eh, who was that kid?"
"Changzun, a cultivator from the Three Thousand Immortal Domains."
"He didn't look much like one."
"Human Race friend, was this a cultivator from your Immortal Territory?"
"No. How could my Three Thousand Immortal Domains possess such a cultivator? I wonder which friend wishes to smear the Three Thousand Immortal Domains by producing a Qi Refining Realm cultivator. Such methods are rather lowly, I fear."
"Hehehe... Then let us keep watching."
"His movement technique is not bad."
Tiandi's pressure blanketed all beneath it. Wang Qicang's tiny figure was like an ant within a storm, yet he remained wholly unaffected by that tempest. He moved as though blinking across a mountain path, merging his aura into the Dao Mountain and commanding the myriad energies between its peaks as he traveled at will.
He seemed to have grown stronger while fleeing.
At the mountain peak.
The Three Thousand Worlds Battle Arena suddenly unfolded, vast and magnificent. Countless prodigies of the myriad races flashed with shock. The battle intent of prodigies from every generation still lingered upon the arena, refusing to disperse. What kind of spell duel was this? It was plainly a supreme opportunity beyond compare!
"Begin the battle—"
ROAR!
The eyes of trillions upon trillions of cultivators in Ancient Heaven Immortal City suddenly widened, their earth-shaking roars thundering out. The Myriad Territories of the Immortal Realm erupted into fervor at this moment, as though even breathing had stopped.
In no more than the blink of an eye.
Over half the battles on the Three Thousand Worlds Battle Arena had been decided. The sight made hearts pound in terror; even Divine Sense could not react in time. The disparity was as vast as a heavenly chasm!